Clifford and Claire, Scene 5
Hi, folks. Well, lazy-blogger syndrome is
kicking in again, brought on by my preference for writing paranormal fantasy
over pontificating on a blog. So the next few posts will be more excerpts from
my upcoming novel, Red Wolf Rising.
Many who’ve read the first two books have
clamored for the back story of Clifford and Claire, and I’ve provided it as
flashbacks in the new book, kind of a prequel within a sequel. Since folks seem
to be enjoying these postings, I’ll probably continue them as the story
unfolds.
The two have already had their first
encounter and, although each acknowledging to themselves a dangerous attraction,
have agreed to meet again…
November,
2003
He didn’t exactly forget about her. He
couldn’t. But after several weeks, when Claire Deerfoot didn’t show up for any
of his early morning jogs, Clifford figured he’d probably never see her again.
It was just as well. He didn’t need the distraction or the temptation right
now.
Things at home hadn’t improved. Kathryn
was more moody than ever and pressuring him to go for a promotion at his job, a
position he didn’t want but offered a substantial increase in salary. They could
use the money, too, but it was a supervisory position that would mean longer
hours, less time at home, and more stress in a lifestyle he wasn’t adapting to
very well in the first place.
He’d never thought of himself as a
family man, yet he was determined to give it his best shot. He and Kathryn had
met in a 12-step meeting. They’d fallen in love rather quickly and gotten
married without giving it much thought. Still, for the first year, they’d been
happy. They bought a house. Kathryn decided to go back to school. He was all
for it.
Things started to change when they found
out she was pregnant. Although it hadn’t been planned, they were both happy
about it at first. But the pregnancy had been difficult for her. She’d dropped
out of school, and they’d had to start paying back her student loan. After the
baby arrived, they’d begun to struggle to handle the mortgage and additional
expenses on his single income.
Kathryn complained alternately about him
not spending enough time at home to help with little Jack and not being more
assertive at his job to increase their income. She’d begun to build a
resentment at having to sacrifice her own career, but she wouldn’t admit it and
there wasn’t anything they could do about it anyway. He could do little to
please her these days and felt like he was walking on eggshells whenever he was
at home. His early morning jogs, where he had time to himself out in the woods,
were all that was keeping him sane.
And then one day he was startled to hear
footsteps approaching from behind and a feminine voice suddenly beside him saying,
“Good morning.”
“Morning,” he replied. For an instant,
he didn’t recognize her. In fact, he slowed and moved aside to let her pass.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked.
Shit, he thought. He
really wanted to be by himself, not to be a safety partner for some young
runner who’d probably want to talk his ear off. Then it dawned on him. “Oh,
it’s you.”
“It’s me,” she said brightly. “How’ve
you been?”
“Fine,” he said automatically.
“You don’t have to slow down on my
account,” she said.
“Oh, yeah, sure, okay.” He increased his
speed, a little more than he intended. She had no trouble keeping up. To avoid
embarrassment, he kept running. “So,” he panted, “how have you been?”
“Much better than when you last saw me,”
she said.
He cut his eyes at her. She wasn’t even
breathing hard. “That’s (pant)… good,” he replied.
“Seriously,” she continued, “I’ve felt
like a new woman the last few weeks. I think you must have fed me magic
pancakes.”
He tried to laugh, but it came out as a
painful grunt. He was sucking air now, past the point of being able to carry on
a conversation. She seemed to become aware of his struggle and slowed of her
own accord. He was grateful, but he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t have if he’d
wanted to.
She chattered on. “You know, I’m only
half joking about that. It was particularly kind of you to take me to breakfast
and I wish you’d let me return the favor.”
“I...” was all he could manage.
Seriously, he was on the verge of passing out.
“I know you told me to pay it forward,”
she said, “and that’s a wonderful sentiment, but it’s not the same, you know?”
“Stop,” he gasped, coming to an abrupt
halt.
She jogged ahead, still chattering. “Oh,
please don’t take it like that. It would…” She was a ways ahead before she
realized he wasn’t with her. She stopped and turned. “Oh, you really meant
stop.”
He nodded. He leaned forward, gasping,
hands on knees.
She jogged back to him. “Are you all
right?”
He nodded, then shook his head, then
nodded again and held up his hand. “Yeah (gasp)… I’m(pant) … okay(wheeze)… just
a(huff)… second.” Finally, he straightened and began walking slowly, arms
akimbo. “Sorry… not used to that pace,” he said, still gulping air.
“Okay,” she said, “let’s walk a while.”
“That would be good,” he nodded. They
walked slowly, in silence, for twenty yards or so while he caught his breath.
“Okay,” he said, “let’s try it again.” He took a stride and winced in pain as
his calf cramped.
She placed a restraining hand on his
arm. “Whoa, hold on. Let’s just keep walking, okay?”
He nodded, continuing to hobble along.
She giggled. “See? Now I feel even
worse. First you have to rescue me from starvation and now I’ve caused you to
overextend yourself. You have to let
me make it up to you. Did you pull something? Here, let me help.” She wrapped
an arm around his waist. “Lean on me.”
He pulled away. “No, I’m fine. I just…”
He stopped, leaned forward, and straightened his leg, pressing the heel into
the ground. “… just need to stretch this out a little.” He gritted his teeth as
the muscle slowly began to unclench. “Whew. Man. There, that’s better,” he
said, gingerly taking a step, then another.
She walked alongside, careful to keep an
arm’s length between them. “Cramp, huh?” She sighed in resignation, “I guess the
best thing would be for me to just to leave you alone,” she pouted.
Yeah,
that might be best.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I…”
“Then let me feed you,” she insisted.
“Please?”
“Okay.”
“Great! Uh, you want to jog some more?”
“No, I’m done.” He peered at his watch.
“IHOP should be open by the time we get there. You parked at the trail head?”
“No. I didn’t drive.” She stopped,
pointing to a side trail. “My apartment’s right up the hill. I just moved in.
Come on. I’ll cook for you.”
Your
apartment?
Alarms went off in his head. “Uh, I don’t know if I…”
“Don’t worry. It’s just breakfast. I’m
not going to jump your bones or anything.” She smiled.
“I didn’t mean to imply…” But he
remembered saying the same thing to someone else one time.
“Just making sure,” she said. She turned
and started up the hill. “Besides,” she called over her shoulder, “I’m way too old for you.”
Oh, boy, he thought. But he followed her anyway.
That’s it, for now. Next week we’ll see what
happens if and when they reach her apartment. Also, I would love to hear
reactions to these scenes from anyone who read the first two books. It has been
a challenge to retreat in time and try to ensure the players remain in
character, or the character they had when they were less mature. What do y’all
think? Leave a comment, please.
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… more Clifford and Claire.Until then... Happy Reading!
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I'm really enjoying these back story teasers. Can't wait to read the third book.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Glenna. It's been fun writing them, too.
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